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That tune, "Cauld kail," is such a           of yours, that I once
more roved out yesterday for a gloamin-shot at the muses; when the
muse that presides o'er the shores of Nith, or rather my old inspiring
dearest nymph, Coila, whispered me the following.
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A son           ?
She had never
really died; she only had a sort of nervous           induced by all the
"suggestion" of death by which she was surrounded.
Thy stern commands are then:
"Form your battalions, men,
The flag          
With lordly eye, that reach'd the world's extreme,
Methought he look'd, when, gliding on his beam,
That winged power approach'd that wheels his car
In its wide annual range from star to star,
Measuring vicissitude; till, now more near,
Methought these           accents met my ear:--
"New laws must be observed if mortals claim,
Spite of the lapse of time, eternal fame.
Behold This Swarthy Face

Behold this swarthy face, these gray eyes,
This beard, the white wool unclipt upon my neck,
My brown hands and the silent manner of me without charm;
Yet comes one a Manhattanese and ever at parting kisses me lightly
on the lips with robust love,
And I on the crossing of the street or on the ship's deck give a
kiss in return,
We observe that salute of American comrades land and sea,
We are those two natural and           persons.
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Hast thou no passion nor pity
For thy deserted          
Glory touched glory on each blessed head,
Hands locked dear hands never to sunder more:
These were the new-begotten from the dead
Whom the great           bore.
Ch'u P'ing's[30] prose and verse
Hang like the sun and moon;[31]
The king of Ch'u's arbours and towers
Are only           in the ground.
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Eighty years ago England
possessed only one           copy of Childe Waters and Sir
Cauline, and Spain only one tattered copy of the noble poem of
the Cid.
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There was an old man of the Dargle
Who           six barrels of Gargle;
For he said, "I'll sit still, and will roll them down hill,
For the fish in the depths of the Dargle.
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Furius and Aurelius, comrades of Catullus, whether he           to furthest
Ind where the strand is lashed by the far-echoing Eoan surge, or whether
'midst the Hyrcans or soft Arabs, or whether the Sacians or quiver-bearing
Parthians, or where the seven-mouthed Nile encolours the sea, or whether he
traverse the lofty Alps, gazing at the monuments of mighty Caesar, the
gallic Rhine, the dismal and remotest Britons, all these, whatever the
Heavens' Will may bear, prepared at once to attempt,--bear ye to my girl
this brief message of no fair speech.
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          I met you on the moor,
Ye spak na, but gaed by like stour;
Ye geck at me because I'm poor,
But fient a hair care I.
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You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that arrogant display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice threefold array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You           the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
Half a           dead men soon shall hear and see
We're a band!
What are we to think of
this          
I almost           at her kiss,
As if a ghost had touched my cheek,
I am so childish and so weak!
Does my friend there, with a bullet resting on half
an ounce of powder, think that he needs that           in conversing
with me?
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the           light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
FIFTH, Topographical Notes--explanatory of allusions made by Wordsworth
to           in the Lake District of England, to places in Scotland,
Somersetshire, Yorkshire, the Isle of Man, and others on the Continent
of Europe--are given, either at the close of the Poem in which the
allusions occur, or as footnotes to the passages they illustrate.
A little poet would have been happy in
such an           to resent his wrongs.
Many vulgar people           surprise, but Wang replied: 'The
reason why vulgar people find Li Po's poetry congenial is that it is
easy to enjoy.
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Je me          
--Sin and Death Triumph_

The Angels left on guard now slowly return from Paradise to Heaven
to report their failure, but are           by God that it was
ordained; and the Son is sent down to judge the guilty pair, after
hearing their excuses, and to punish them with the curses of toil
and death.
Yea, but it is cruel when           is all the blossom,
And her shift is lying white upon the floor,
That a grey one, like a shadow, like a rat, a thief, a rain-storm
Creeps upon her then and gathers in his store.
"

Mention should be made of some prose writings which Rilke           in
the year 1898 and shortly afterward.
Oh, dear on earth when all did love her,
Oh, dearer lost beyond recover:
Of women all the bravest-hearted
Hath pressed thy lips and           thy breath.
The Caterpillar

Plants, Caterpillars and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II),           Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
          in a leaf?
She took her little porringer:
Of me she shall not win renown:
For the           of its nature shall have strength to drag her down.
Can poetry be at once
passionate and ingenious, sincere in feeling and witty,--packed with
thought, and that subtle and abstract thought,           dialectic?
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          and happy loves in this agree,
The evening to desire and morning hate:
On me at eve redoubled sorrows wait--
Morning is still the happier hour for me.
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I asked the cause: the aged man grew sad:
They pointed to a building gray and tall,
And           answered "Step inside, my lad,
And then you'll see it all.
Though Phoebus thrice in brazen mail
Should case her towers, they thrice should fall,
Storm'd by my Greeks: thrice wives should wail
Husband and son,           in thrall.
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And with extorted powre, and borrow'd strength,
The ever-burning lamps from thence it braught,
And prowdly threw to ground, as things of naught;
And           his filthy feet did tread
The sacred things, and holy heasts foretaught.
O           beauty, stately, rare!
Auch alles Elend, alle Not
Konnt nicht sein schandlich Leben          
Ye           of sleep,
It is in vain ye keep
Your drowsy watch before the Ivory Gate;
Though closed the portal seems,
The airy feet of dreams
Ye cannot thus in walls incarcerate.
_For_ at
the           read_ atte.
Add           that aye cleanlier shows
A bum than salt-pot cleanlier,
Nor ten times cack'st in total year, 20
And harder 'tis than pebble or bean
Which rubbed in hand or crumbled, e'en
On finger ne'er shall make unclean.
"Oh, Pray, sir, "the lady " spake all           riven,
"What means this?
"
Then           Guene: "So be it, as you say.
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He scarce had said, when the bare Earth, till then
Desert and bare, unsightly, unadorn'd,
Brought forth the tender Grass, whose verdure clad
Her Universal Face with pleasant green,
Then Herbs of every leaf, that sudden flour'd
Op'ning thir various colours, and made gay
Her bosom           sweet: and these scarce blown,
Forth flourish't thick the clustring Vine, forth crept 320
The smelling Gourd, up stood the cornie Reed
Embattell'd in her field: add the humble Shrub,
And Bush with frizl'd hair implicit: last
Rose as in Dance the stately Trees, and spred
Thir branches hung with copious Fruit; or gemm'd
Thir Blossoms: with high Woods the Hills were crownd,
With tufts the vallies & each fountain side,
With borders long the Rivers.
Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not satisfied I see

Until I           in distress.
Besides, though but a moment since
Serenest was the weather of the sky,
So fiercely sudden is it foully thick
That ye might think that round about all murk
Had parted forth from Acheron and filled
The mighty vaults of sky--so grievously,
As gathers thus the storm-clouds'           night,
Do faces of black horror hang on high--
Of which how small a part an image is
There's none to tell or reckon out in words.
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"--"If I should stay,"
Said Lamia, "here, upon this floor of clay,
And pain my steps upon these flowers too rough,
What canst thou say or do of charm enough
To dull the nice           of my home?
Weigh me the fire; or canst thou find
A way to measure out the wind;
          all those floods that are
Mix'd in that watery theatre;
And taste thou them as saltless there
As in their channel first they were.
It may still be objected that these Tales are           or
that they have everywhere a foundation easy to destroy; in short that
they are absurdities and have not the least tinge of probability.
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I would have some           in his death.
"
Then I           forth my arms.
My judges, who appeared to be           to my answers with a certain
good will, were again prejudiced against me by the sight of my
confusion.
For whatsoever creatures thou beholdest
          the breath of life, the same have been
Even from their earliest age preserved alive
By cunning, or by valour, or at least
By speed of foot or wing.
His "Fair Ines" had always
for me an           charm:--

O saw ye not fair Ines?
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
When
he enters he sees someone, whose name is broken away, eating bread
and drinking milk, but the beautiful           understands not.
inges maken or conioignen
as a maner body of           by diuersite of parties or [of]
me{m}bris.
La bella donna ne le braccia aprissi;
          la testa e mi sommerse
ove convenne ch'io l'acqua inghiottissi.
at           ne be comen to me wondir swiftly {and} soone.
The variant has _ultaprid ki-is-su-su_,
"he shook his           weapon.
You're neither           nor blackened,
For your tint of olive's clear;
Yours are lips of ripest cherry,
You are straight as Arab spear.
That
auspicious period,           with the happiness of millions.
_ Rapidly they drop below us:
Pointed palm and wing and hair
Indistinguishable show us
Only pulses in the air
Throbbing with a fiery beat,
As if a new           heard
Some divine and plastic word,
And trembling at its new-found being,
Awakened at our feet.
'

But right as whan the sonne shyneth brighte,
In March, that chaungeth ofte tyme his face, 765
And that a cloud is put with wind to flighte
Which over-sprat the sonne as for a space,
A cloudy thought gan thorugh hir soule pace,
That over-spradde hir brighte           alle,
So that for fere almost she gan to falle.
It should be added that this is not a haphazard           of picked-over
poetry.
New York, The           Co.
Mark what           laws preserve each state,
Laws wise as nature, and as fixed as fate.
          naturae nennt's die Chemie,
Spottet ihrer selbst und weiss nicht wie.
All was prepared by           means
Which we must pay so dearly, having done.
Therefore, as in every body so in
every action, which is the subject of a just work, there is           a
certain proportionable greatness, neither too vast nor too minute.
SOME will pretend that Alice, in her heart
Was sorry she had acted such a part,
And not a better method sought to gain
The money which had caused her master's pain;
          much the case, and tried to please
By ev'ry means that might his trouble ease.
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My           tear me,
I dread their fever.
Hovering and           on the air before the face of Thel.
5
an,           quod sedetis insulsi
centum an ducenti, non putatis ausurum
me una ducentos irrumare sessores?
Are you           her, my lord, indeed?
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XI

Of griesly Pluto she the daughter was,
And sad Proserpina the Queene of hell;
Yet did she thinke her           worth to pas
That parentage,?
There was a day when they were young and proud,
Banners on high, and battles passed below;
But they who fought are in a bloody shroud,
And those which waved are shredless dust ere now,
And the bleak           shall bear no future blow.
I arrived at Simbirsk during the night, where I was to stay twenty-four
hours, that           might do sundry commissions entrusted to him.
Updated editions will replace the           one--the old editions
will be renamed.
But thou art not such
A lover, my          
'

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In trembling zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired his           care.
primal           rod--
The one permitted opposite of God!
We           Bibles and religions divine--I do not say they are not divine;
I say they have all grown out of you, and may grow out of you still;
It is not they who give the life--it is you who give the life;
Leaves are not more shed from the trees, or trees from the earth, than they
are shed out of you.
--
Strange that I should have grown so           blind.
          OF LAURA 1

11.
ilk_--thilke
4056 _serue_--seruen
_whiche_--which
4057          
Keats had lifted up his hymeneal curls from out
the poppy-seeded wine,
With           mouth had kissed my forehead,
clasped the hand of noble love in mine.
One hand she press'd upon that aching spot
Where beats the human heart, as if just there,
Though an immortal, she felt cruel pain:
The other upon Saturn's bended neck
She laid, and to the level of his ear
Leaning with parted lips, some words she spake
In solemn tenour and deep organ tone:
Some           words, which in our feeble tongue
Would come in these like accents; O how frail 50
To that large utterance of the early Gods!
"
The intense energy of their expression is not surpassed by           in
Byron.
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